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*fred .

note: fred is originally from the twilight saga. however, i do not write him in his original fandom anymore. here are a few of the hyper specific aus i've created for him throughout the years.>> grishaverse
>> the wheel of time
>> all for the game
>> mcu

*red .

>> dossier.
birth name . . . morė.
alis . . . "red".
age . . . ( ? ) her appearance varies, but she never appears younger than 19.
gender . . . she/her bog witch.
species . . . revenant.
orientation . . . lesbian.>> appearance
eye colour . . . dark amber.
hair colour . . . black.
fc . . . anya chalotra.
build . . . slender.
height . . . 5'8".>> distinguishing characteristics
red is in a perpetual cycle of decay and "rebirth". . . in the winter she's a maiden, fresh-faced and beautiful. she's hypnotizing, in the way ice and frost and deathly things always are.
the death of winter comes in spring . . . her amber eyes grow cloudy and her limbs grow heavy. there are bags under her eyes. every day she looks older, more ragged.
in the summer she rots . . . she's a walking corpse in the world of the living with red shot eyes, bruised cheeks, and greying limbs. it's a grotesque sight. she hides her true visage with glamoured red dresses, but you can still see the true her if you look hard enough.
autumn comes like a cool breeze in a hot, sweltering world . . . her flesh comes crawling back. there's color in her eyes again. she grows younger. come winter she'll be a maiden again.

note: red is a survivor of femicide, the intentional killing of women and girls because they are female. general trigger warning for death, gore, body horror, and misogyny.

*she was a girl before she was a corpse . . .

She remembers little else than that she was born at the end of the longest winter her people had ever seen. And that she had died, at the beginning of the longest winter her people had ever seen. She remembers that she was murdered. She remembers that she had died angry. She remembers that the winter her death had brought had killed all the men in her village, and she remembers that it had given her joy. They remember her too. To this day, their descendants carry dolls of her to be drowned or burned to chase away winter. they call her morana, the goddess of winter's death, rebirth, and dreams.But she was never a goddess. She was a girl named morė. Morė became an apprentice to her village’s shaman after having shown signs that she processed mystical powers. She learned how to chase away frost and winter, to predict the weather and harvest. The boys and men in her village fought for her hand in marriage, though she rejected them again and again. They resented her for her strength. Their hatred grew as she grew older, fostered by their fear of her power. Her mentor died when she was nineteen and Morė was left the caretaker of a people who hated her. Looking for reasons to exile her, they accused her of the deaths that had been bought about by a long winter. They came for her in the middle of the night. She ran, barefooted in the snow in her nightgown, chased by the men of her village.They herded her towards a sinkhole. The fall broke both her ankles. They watched as the cold slowly take her. They watched as she grew blue and black with frostbite. Morė died with a promise of revenge in her throat.

The men returned home and waited for the winter to end. they waited... and waited... and waited... when only a handful of them was left, they decided to give her a proper burial, realizing they might have angered the gods.The ground was too hard to dig, so they bundled her in a funeral shroud and laid her to rest inside a sacred cave. Though her body was as frozen as the ground below their feet, the girl bled. She bled through her white funeral should, turning it red. She bled until the ground turned red, until every man in her village had died. Then the sun came, and she woke up.

* she was black and blue and DEAD IN THE SNOW, her eyes a milky white, staring emptily up at the sky. but the color of death suited her poorly, and in her despair, she turned RED. red, beneath the earth. red, bleeding through her funeral shroud. red was the blood in her mouth and the color of her rage. she knew no other color . . .

She walked the world, a vengeful revenant. She still walks the world today, adorned in red dresses that remind her of her funeral shroud.

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